How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a manHow many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sandYes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever bannedThe answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, 'n' how many years can a mountain existBefore it's washed to the seaYes, 'n' how many years can some people existBefore they're allowed to be freeYes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his headAnd pretend that he just doesn't seeThe answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, 'n' how many times must a man look upBefore he can see the skyYes, 'n' how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cryYes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have diedThe answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the wind

Girl from the North Country

If you're travelin' in the north country fairWhere the winds hit heavy on the borderlineRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine

If you go when the snowflakes stormWhen the rivers freeze and summer endsPlease see if she's wearing a coat so warmTo keep her from the howlin' winds

Please see for me if her hair hangs longIf it rolls and flows all down her breastPlease see for me if her hair hangs longFor that's the way I remember her best

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at allMany times I've often prayedIn the darkness of my nightIn the brightness of my day

So, if you're travelin' in the north country fairWhere the winds hit heavy on the borderlineRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine

Master of War

Masters of warBuild to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyAll the money you made will never buy back your soul

YeahHercules, nigga, you heard of me, niggaI verbally murder these niggasBlame on a bitch nigga look like some Burt's Bees, niggaThey talking 'bout actual topics and dropping on actual knowledge to purpose these niggasI ain't worshipping these niggasMan it's curtains for these niggasMan I'm hurdling these niggasPut a hurting on these niggasAh ah ah, skirting on these niggasPick up a leaf and I roll up the purplest weed in themBobby Ray cold as a negative thirty degrees winterThe world is so cold that a Po' gotta murder to eat dinnerThe world is so cold nigga you could get murdered just eating dinnerThat's 'cause the world is as flat as some perfectly creased denimPerfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denimFeel like the youth is lost and ain't no reaching themBy day I be teaching themBy night I'm a heathen, umChilling with freaks and a ghetto EritreanPlus a norwegian, look like (?)Pull up outside, wheels big as elysiumHaters like, "Hey, that's nice, I hear they was leasing them"So many thoughts on my head my fucking cerebrum numbThe world is a stage, America steady policing themNiggas don't want the facts, just the convenient ones

Masters of warBuild to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyAll the money you made will never buy back your soul

Uh, Buy your soul back, buy your soul backI expose facts, that's why my phones tappedHollywood turned you while you coming up broke backOn my coattail, bitch, give my coat backNiggas behave the same as how they souls actLike a high school kid back when I would smoke blacksI would light up the whole pack, stinking up the whole classHad to find my own lane, had to find my own pathCrisis, I see Isis, slightly blind from these devicesMight be bias, Michael MyersWhat you want, I'm ten floors highersHa ha ha ha, (?)Stacking my cheese on top, top top topI put my team on top, bitches they scheme and plot(?)Look at my life, how is it perfect?All the hell I survived, yeah I deserved itSo I'm shitting on niggas with twice the servingAll the thoughts on my head are quite disturbingSame dude in the booth that I am in personSo whenever I die, I die with purpose, mother fuckerBandz

Masters of warBuild to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyAll the money you made will never buy back your soul

Yeah yeahI defy the limits, penmanship is wickedI'm my only master and my own apprenticeHow do I present this, tryna find a sentenceGuess to some extent I feel the end is near and clear of all your visionCold as cryogenicsKnowledge that's forbidden, knowledge in my lyricsI've been in the kitchen, all the points I'm hittingI'm just too direct, no such thing as hintingKick the shit now quit your bitchingNow cut the shit, let's get to businessI try to show whats hiddenTry to paint the picture, guess you just ain't photogenicGet offendedMake you see the veil then I lift itBeen to hell it's (?) visitHere's a breath of fresh air, it's been a minute, ayeHow to make a murderer, better yetHow to make a terrorist, better yetHow to start a civil war, better yetHow to tax America, yeah yeahStep by step by step by step get more in depth, don't panicDon't panic, follow the rabbitBandz

Down the Highway

Well, I'm walkin' down the highwayWith my suitcase in my handYes, I'm walkin' down the highwayWith my suitcase in my handLord, I really miss my babyShe's in some far-off land

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race trackSee no sports car runI don't have no sports carAnd I don't even care to have oneI can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a-blowin' meUp and down the streetWith my hat in my handAnd my boots on my feetWatch out so you don't step on me

Well, lookit here buddyYou want to be like me?Pull out your six-shooterAnd rob every bank you can seeTell the judge I said it was all rightYes

A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceansI've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyardAnd it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around itI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on itI saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'I saw a white ladder all covered with waterI saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all brokenI saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young childrenAnd it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?And what did you hear, my darling young one?I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole worldHeard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutterHeard the sound of a clown who cried in the alleyAnd it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?Who did you meet, my darling young one?I met a young child beside a dead ponyI met a white man who walked a black dogI met a young woman whose body was burningI met a young girl, she gave me a rainbowI met one man who was wounded in loveI met another man who was wounded with hatredAnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forestWhere the people are many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prisonWhere the executioner's face is always well-hiddenWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgottenWhere black is the color, where none is the numberAnd I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see itThen I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'But I'll know my song well before I start singin'And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hardIt's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIfin' you don't know by nowAn' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeIt'll never do some howWhen your rooster crows at the break a dawnLook out your window and I'll be goneYou're the reason I'm trav'lin' onDon't think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in a-turnin' on your light, babeThe light I never knowedAn' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babeI'm on the dark side of the roadBut I wish there was somethin' you would do or sayTo try and make me change my mind and stayWe never did too much talkin' anywayBut don't think twice, it's all right

No it ain't no use in callin' out my name, galLike you never done beforeAnd it ain't no use in callin' out my name, galI can't hear ya any moreI'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' wallkin' way down the roadI once loved a woman, a child I am toldI give her my heart but she wanted my soulBut don't think twice, it's all right

So long honey babeWhere I'm bound, I can't tellGoodbye is too good a word, babeSo I just say fare thee wellI ain't sayin' you treated me unkindYou could have done better but I don't mindYou just kinda wasted my precious timeBut don't think twice, it's all right

Bob Dylan's Dream

While riding on a train goin' westI fell asleep for to take my restI dreamed a dream that made me sadConcerning myself and the first few friends I had

With half-damp eyes I stared to the roomWhere my friends and I spent many an afternoonWhere we together weathered many a stormLaughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hungOur words were told, our songs were sungWhere we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfiedJokin' and talkin' about the world outside

With hungry hearts through the heat and coldWe never thought we could ever get oldWe thought we could sit forever in funBut our chances really was a million to one

As easy it was to tell black from whiteIt was all that easy to tell wrong from rightAnd our choices they was few so the thought never hitThat the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split

How many a year has passed and gone?Many a gamble has been lost and wonAnd many a road taken by many a first friendAnd each one I've never seen again

I wish, I wish, I wish in vainThat we could sit simply in that room againTen thousand dollars at the drop of a hatI'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that

He went down to Oxford TownGuns and clubs followed him downAll because his face was brownBetter get away from Oxford Town

Oxford Town around the bendCome to the door, he couldn't get inAll because of the color of his skinWhat do you think about that, my friend?

Me and my gal, my gal's sonWe got met with a tear gas bombI don't even know why we comeGoin' back where we come from

Oxford Town in the afternoonEverybody singin' a sorrowful tuneTwo men died 'neath the Mississippi moonSomebody better investigate soon

Talkin' World War III Blues

One time ago a crazy dream came to meI dreamt I was walkin' into World War ThreeI went to the doctor the very next dayTo see what kinda words he could sayHe said it was a bad dreamI wouldn't worry 'bout it none, thoughThem old dreams are only in your head

I said, hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brainHe said, nurse, get your pad, this boy's insaneHe grabbed my arm, I said ouchAs I landed on the psychiatric couchHe said, tell me about it

Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fastIt was all over by quarter pastI was down in the sewer with some little loverWhen I peeked out from a manhole coverWondering who turned the lights on

Well, I got up and walked aroundAnd up and down the lonesome townI stood a-wondering which way to goI lit a cigarette on a parking meterAnd walked on down the roadIt was a normal day

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bellAnd I leaned my head and I gave a yellGive me a string bean, I'm a hungry manA shotgun fired and away I ranI don't blame them too much thoughThey didn't know me

Down at the corner by a hot-dog standI seen a man, I said, 'howdy friend'I guess there's just us twoHe screamed a bit and away he flewThought I was a Communist

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leaveI said, let's go and play Adam and EveI took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'When she said, hey man, you crazy or sumpin'You seen what happened last time they started

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptownAnd there was nobody aroun'I got into the driver's seatAnd I drove down 42nd StreetIn my CadillacGood car to drive after a war

Well, I remember seein' some adSo I turned on my ConelradBut I didn't pay my Con Ed billSo the radio didn't work so wellTurned on my record playerIt was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin'Tell your Ma, tell your PaOur loves are gonna grow ooh-wah, ooh-wah

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blueI needed somebody to talk toSo I called up the operator of timeJust to hear a voice of some kindWhen you hear the beepIt will be three o'clockShe said that for over an hourAnd I hung up

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about thenSayin, Hey I've been havin' the same old dreamsBut mine was a little different you seeI dreamt that the only person left after the war was meI didn't see you around

Well, now time passed and now it seemsEverybody's having them dreamsEverybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one elseHalf of the people can be part right all of the timeSome of the people can be all right part of the timeBut all of the people can't be all right all of the timeI think Abraham Lincoln said thatI'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yoursI said that

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance

Honey, just allow me one more chanceTo get along with youHoney, just allow me one more chanceAh'll do anything with youWell, I'm a-walkin' down the roadWith my head in my handI'm lookin' for a womanNeeds a worried manJust-a one kind favor I ask you'Low me just-a one more chance

Honey, just allow me one more chanceTo ride your aeroplaneHoney, just allow me one more chanceTo ride your passenger trainWell, I've been lookin' all overFor a gal like youI can't find nobodySo you'll have to doJust-a one kind favor I ask you'Low me just-a one more chance

Honey, just allow me one more chanceTo get along with youHoney, just allow me one more chanceAh'll do anything with youWell, lookin' for a womanThat ain't got no manIs just lookin' for a needleThat is lost in the sandJust-a one kind favor I ask you'Low me just-a one more chance

I Shall Be Free

Well, I took me a woman late last nightI's three-fourths drunk she looked all right'Till she started peelin' off her onion gookShe took off her wig, said, "How do I look?"I's high flyin', bare naked, out the window

Well, sometimes I might get drunkWalk like a duck and smell like a skunkDon't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride'Cause I got my little lady right by my sideShe's a-tryin' to hidePretendin' she don't know me

I's out there paintin' on the old wood shedWhen a can o'black paint it fell on my headI went down to scrub and rubBut I had to sit in back of the tubCost a quarterHalf price

Well, my telephone rang it would not stopIt's President Kennedy callin' me upHe said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?I said my friend, John, Brigitte BardotAnita EkbergSophia LorenCountry'll grow

Well, I got a woman five feet shortShe yells and hollers and squeals and snortsShe tickles my nose pats me on the headBlows me over and kicks me out of bedShe's a man eaterMeat grinderBad loser

Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' alla timeI got a woman who works herself blindWorks up to her britches, up to her neckWrite me letters and sends me checksShe's a humdingerFolk singer

Late one day in the middle of the weekEyes were closed I was half asleepI chased me a woman up the hillRight in the middle of an air drillI jumped a fallout shelterI jumped the string beanI jumped the TV dinnerI jumped the shot gun

Now, the man on the stand he wants my voteHe's a-runnin' for office on the ballot noteHe's out there preachin' in front of the steepleTellin' me he loves all kinds-a peopleHe's eatin' bagelsHe's eatin' pizzaHe's eatin' chitlins

Oh, set me down on a television floorI'll flip the channel to number fourOut of the shower comes a football manWith a bottle of oil in his handGreasy kid stuffWhat I want to know, Mr. Football Man, isWhat do you do about Willy MaysMartin Luther KingOlatunji

Well, the funniest woman I ever seenWas the great-granddaughter of Mr. CleanShe takes about fifteen baths a dayWants me to grow a moustache on my faceShe's insane

Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla timeIt levels my head and eases my mindI just walk along and stroll and singI see better days and I do better thingsI catch dinosaursI make love to Elizabeth TaylorCatch hell from Richard Burton